You have to laugh a little at its audaciousness, but it's so completely irony-free that to deride it would only be cheap. Why not just enter its CGI-heavy bubble of wonder?
The plot of the classic adventure tale has been admirably reconfigured to meet modern sensibilities, but the resulting film is simplistic, condescending, and inert.
[Jackson] seems to be in the film mostly to provide some well-needed comic relief.
The Legend of Tarzan moves briskly and has the overall feel of one of Burroughs' more entertaining stories come to the screen.
This Tarzan is a corrective, a vengeful Congo Unchained that reteams Jackson and Waltz. Yates mines Zirconium Tarantino, even letting Jackson cackle while blasting a machine gun
The Legend of Tarzan plays as if a dog ate part of the script.
There seems little reason to resurrect Tarzan in 2016; his character, or at least his creator, the turn-of-the-century American schlockmeister Edgar Rice Burroughs, is racist and sexist by any contemporary standard.
"The Legend of Tarzan" is no jungle boogie, but it's a decent swing.
Tarzan is still a story of a white man who has dominion over not just animals but also Africans, and it feels . . . icky. Kudos for trying and all.